When You Can See, It’s A Crime To Be Blind




Did you see the sunrise this morning?

The horizon was like a golden blind


Did you read the news at lunchtime?

The headlines were dark and unkind


Did you watch the night sky fall this evening?

The stars looked like yellow pieces of shrapnel


Do you know our planet earth?

Exists only as a moment in time


Do you know that the universe?

Created all reason and rhyme


Do you understand Mr Shootin’ Putin?

That you are the world’s worst crime

Heartlessly deaf, cruelly dumb, and compassionately blind






Ivor Steven (c) April 2022

A Seventy-Year-Old Mind, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Seventy-Year-Old Mind”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-seventy-year-old-mind/







Ivor Steven (c) April 2022

Red Noses and Sad Frowns




There are good clowns and bad clowns 

In yesterday’s nightmare, a big bad clown 

Trampled everyone in my friend’s hometown 

He wore a big Red nose and a big sad frown 

Destroying every peaceful thing around 

When his big red shoes kicked the ground 

The world’s worst fears were then found

To be in the hands of a bad Russian clown  






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Pitch Black, War Limericks Are Not Fun. is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Pitch Black, War Limericks Are Not Fun”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/pitch-black-war-limericks/







Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

A Variation of the Same Theme 

This weekend the challenge from Weekly Prompts is: Variation. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here .. The below poem is my response to the prompt.




A Variation of the Same Theme


 

My usual lazy Saturday afternoon 

The sun is beaming like a silver spoon 

Here relaxing at my familiar save zone 

My favourite cafe, not far from home 


Then my mind begins to sadly ponder 

How the children are coping over yonder 


Without their afternoon coffee and fruitcake 

Without their young friends cuddles and handshakes 

Only to be left forsaken 

Clasping their frightened heartaches 



Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

We Do Not Need Darker Skies




Wandering over shadowless ground

Did you notice too?

The clouds loomed darker this morning

And their bleakness was edging closer

Have they lost their way too?



Did you notice?

The birds sounded sadder this morning

They were not singing their awakening tunes

Actually! Where have all the birds gone

Have they fled from home too?






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022

Cosmic Eyes Are Watching

Look above the ugly pylons

Away from that slimy Russian python

Beyond those strangling power lines

There is a luminous cosmic sign

Piercing our dark thunderous skies

Wearing an ancient peacetime disguise

In a temple full of untainted eyes

Anticipating the worlds next golden sunrise






Ivor Steven (c) March 2022